There are 6 sausage links left over from yesterday.
I take them out of the fridge, and, like a shark smelling blood in water, Isabella (the six-year-old) appears out of nowhere.
Iz: Daddy, what’s that?
Iz: Ooo! Can I have some?
Me: Well, you can have two.
Iz: But, that means you get four. That’s not fair.
Me: It’s fair enough.
Iz: Well, why don’t I get four and you get two?
Me: Because, I’m bigger than you. And, taller. I need more food than you.
Iz. Yes, you’re taller than me right now. Well, but… That won’t last long. Hahahaha!
Ouch. A Daddy-Is-Short joke. Haven’t had one of those lately.